[Verse 1]

I'm strictly Thanos on your anus

Shit is not the same as

I'm powerful cosmic on drumkicks

People call me famous for that

I'm fat like the records from Big Cat

On the boom bap, vocab

I stick like treesap

Tight, right, ignite

Like c-4 plastic

When limbs and arms struggle from the bomb

Shit gets drastic

I'm strictly claymore

No need to say more

I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they call

Themselves so hardcore

Now industry sells with the weak and plastic

Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks like it's pornographic

Choreographic

Whore, your ego catched it

On your first contract, grabbed the check and dashed it

You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to hide it

Styles that smell like a bad case of gingivitus

You got the best gimmick, like the Insta-Pump Inflator

I'm Shaq Attaq Reebok

Run the floor on your fakers with that

[Chorus]

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped

With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped

With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest

[Verse 2]

Summer in the city

Grab a Coke and take seats

I got a spoon for flavor

Seldom-savored like wildebeest

Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the McCoy zone

This is not the toy, the boy, but the destroy zone

So when you're fullgrown, for that accident prone

My rap penetrates like UVB through ozone

Now ever since I started, sorta offguard to shit

Learned that true pioneers seldom get rewarded

I persevere when atmosphere gets money-orientated

Dig the crates, real stealth, with rapwealth

Release, and get debated

8 Days a Week I peak, like Beatles on acidtrips

Revolutionary, very

Like the year '66

It's kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles

Call themselves royal

Like yack I rock proud, release my mortal coil

Your middle-class grunge trash

Your style is outdated

Like that bell bottom, jheri curl, time to get faded

[Chorus]

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped

With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped

With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest

[Verse 3]

If the rap was crack, I'd be a crackhead

If a whack style was sex, I'd be celibate

Should I say orthodox in the flock

What do I rock?

No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get dropped

Now what I do is what you see

What I say, it's what you do

Next day celeb, other day

Look poo-poo

Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and silly

Crack egos like the cracks in Liberty Bell from Philly

Scorin' points, like the ruler, who has won?

Rockets from houston, like Olajuwon took Robinson

Arsenal of moves to prove it's not the pants that's saggin'

Put the belt so tight, g-funkers choke on rappin'

You sneak-a-peek more than b-boys at a knocker

You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks

And try to duck a style that's dieharder with a vengeance

I'm Willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy

No resemblance with that

[Chorus]

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped

With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped

With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode

Dresscode, dresscode

Everybody tryin' to hide it from me

How to dresscode